Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.